Microfic: Quidditch
If our favorite Glee dweebs went to Hogwarts...
“Oh, and Hufflepuff chaser Brittany Pierce takes a nasty hit from a bludger, courtesy of Slytherin’s Noah Puckerman,” Jacob ben Israel narrated, and as Quinn Fabray, Slytherin’s captain, flew by the stands, she could hear the wince in his voice.
As she streamed toward the opposite end of the field, bent on recovering the quaffle, she was pretty sure she saw blood on Brittany’s yellow robes. Just then, a green blur shot past Quinn’s right arm, bellowing, “PUCKERMAN,” and Quinn pulled up short.
“SANTANA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
But Slytherin’s seeker ignored her captain and flew toward her teammate and yanked his beater’s bat from his hand. “A little, um, scuffle among the Slytherin players leaves Mike Chang free to search for the snitch,” Jacob continued, and Quinn’s blood began to boil.
“Hey! What’s the-” Puck yelled, and Santana whacked him with his bat. “Are you crazy?”
“Oh! And Hufflepuff chaser Matt Rutherford fires a clean shot past the Slytherin keeper! Thirty to nothing Hufflepuff!” Jacob announced, as the crowd roared.
“WHAT DID I SAY?” Santana was hollering. “DID I SAY, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO HIT BRITTANY WITH A BLUDGER OR NOT?”
“You did, you did! Give me my bat!” Puck yelled, lunging for it, but Santana hit him with it again.
“And another spectacular shot from Matt Rutherford puts Hufflepuff up forty to nothing!”
“I AM GOING TO MURDER BOTH OF YOU,” Quinn yelled, shoving herself in between them. She wrenched the bat from Santana’s hand and threw it at Puck, who caught it and flew off as fast as he could. “Find the snitch!” she yelled at Santana, but the seeker just sulked. “You are such a baby, Santana,” she muttered, shoving her. “Brittany is fine. Go get the snitch before Chang does, or I will beat you to death with Puckerman’s bat.”
A death threat finally got through to Santana, and she kicked Quinn, but flew off, immediately tailing Mike Chang as closely as possible. “Puck!” Quinn yelled, hating herself. “If you hit another bludger at Brittany, you’re off the team!”
“What!” he cried, accidentally whacking a bludger in her direction, but she ducked just in time.
“Do you want another repeat performance from Santana?” she cried, and she raced down the field, leaving Puck to contemplate that.
And to take a bludger to the face from a grinning-and somewhat bloodied-Brittany, who had stolen one of her own teammate’s bats.
“Oh, and Hufflepuff chaser Brittany Pierce takes a nasty hit from a bludger, courtesy of Slytherin’s Noah Puckerman,” Jacob ben Israel narrated, and as Quinn Fabray, Slytherin’s captain, flew by the stands, she could hear the wince in his voice.
As she streamed toward the opposite end of the field, bent on recovering the quaffle, she was pretty sure she saw blood on Brittany’s yellow robes. Just then, a green blur shot past Quinn’s right arm, bellowing, “PUCKERMAN,” and Quinn pulled up short.
“SANTANA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
But Slytherin’s seeker ignored her captain and flew toward her teammate and yanked his beater’s bat from his hand. “A little, um, scuffle among the Slytherin players leaves Mike Chang free to search for the snitch,” Jacob continued, and Quinn’s blood began to boil.
“Hey! What’s the-” Puck yelled, and Santana whacked him with his bat. “Are you crazy?”
“Oh! And Hufflepuff chaser Matt Rutherford fires a clean shot past the Slytherin keeper! Thirty to nothing Hufflepuff!” Jacob announced, as the crowd roared.
“WHAT DID I SAY?” Santana was hollering. “DID I SAY, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO HIT BRITTANY WITH A BLUDGER OR NOT?”
“You did, you did! Give me my bat!” Puck yelled, lunging for it, but Santana hit him with it again.
“And another spectacular shot from Matt Rutherford puts Hufflepuff up forty to nothing!”
“I AM GOING TO MURDER BOTH OF YOU,” Quinn yelled, shoving herself in between them. She wrenched the bat from Santana’s hand and threw it at Puck, who caught it and flew off as fast as he could. “Find the snitch!” she yelled at Santana, but the seeker just sulked. “You are such a baby, Santana,” she muttered, shoving her. “Brittany is fine. Go get the snitch before Chang does, or I will beat you to death with Puckerman’s bat.”
A death threat finally got through to Santana, and she kicked Quinn, but flew off, immediately tailing Mike Chang as closely as possible. “Puck!” Quinn yelled, hating herself. “If you hit another bludger at Brittany, you’re off the team!”
“What!” he cried, accidentally whacking a bludger in her direction, but she ducked just in time.
“Do you want another repeat performance from Santana?” she cried, and she raced down the field, leaving Puck to contemplate that.
And to take a bludger to the face from a grinning-and somewhat bloodied-Brittany, who had stolen one of her own teammate’s bats.